The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Xingmo exited the puppet's perspective and looked at Aurora beside her:

"Hooked, time to work."

As expected, under Xingmo's guidance, County Mayor Jamila believed that all this was caused by the "Red Moon Cult"!

The fact that she traveled to the Black Forest alone in a carriage showed that she had some connection with the cult.

It seems that the county governor had a hand in the Red Moon Cult's poisoning of Winter County.

After all, the more nightmare sufferers she had, the more she could sell the disease-suppressing spice, right?

"You want us to take pictures?" Aurora blinked. "But it's so cold outside."

"You are a god, why are you so cold?" Xing Mo was speechless.

"It will be cold indeed." Aurora stood on tiptoe.

"Didn't I buy you a lot of clothes?"

"not enough."

"What do you want?" Xing Mo could tell that Aurora probably had some conditions.

"Um..."

Aurora took two steps towards Xingmo and pointed at her forehead.

Xing Mo was startled, her face slightly reddened, and she turned her head slightly:

"Hey..."

"Is the sheriff going to run away?" Aurora warned.

Xing Mo had no choice but to move closer and kiss Aurora on the forehead.

The skin on Aurora's forehead felt cool, and when she put her nose close to it, a faint fragrance spread out, which did not dissipate even after she moved away.

"Okay... okay, go chase him." Xingmo's ears turned red.

Aurora smiled gently, poked Xingmo's face with her hand, then turned around, opened the window and jumped out.

I don't know where this little guy learned this, but he kept yelling a few nights ago, saying something like "In winter, a simple kiss can drive away the cold winter wind", Abba Abba.

It must be another lesbian novel! Is she trying to win me over with some of the methods in there?

Strategy...? Xing Mo was stunned, realizing that she seemed to have touched upon something.

She shook her head in despair, throwing away all these thoughts, and then gathered her spiritual power and entered the puppet's field of vision again.

"call--"

The cold wind from high in the sky made the falcon's wings tremble slightly. The closer it got to the dark forest, the colder the wind became.

County Governor Jamila's carriage passed the edge of the town, drove along the dirt roads in the suburbs, and was then submerged in the black forest.

Xingmo steered the falcon to dive downward, passing over the top of the pine tree, its sharp gaze piercing the cat's leaves.

She fixed her eyes, and used the vision of a hunting falcon to lock onto a little squirrel on a branch.

"Om-"

The black gravity roared and dispersed, and the little squirrel's eyes were blank for a moment, and then became clear.

Xingmo briefly turned the squirrel into his puppet and did not kill it.

After all, the little squirrel is very cute and shouldn't have died for no reason.

"Squeak~"

Controlling the little squirrel's body, Xingmo jumped on the branches and continued to follow the carriage.

The carriage soon stopped in a clearing in the woods. Jamila opened the door and walked to the center of the woods.

She gave a few instructions to the three wizards in black suits behind her, and they dispersed around the woods and became alert.

Jamila looked around, then took out a small bone whistle and blew it gently.

Suddenly, a whistle like a crow's cry tore through the air of the Dark Forest and echoed in the sky.

After blowing, Jamila stood there waiting. Half a minute later, a black shadow passed through the woods and turned into a man in a red robe when he landed on the ground.

"Ms. Jamila..." The Puppeteer smiled with the half of his face that was exposed. "You look worried."

Judging from his tone, these two people have known each other for a long time...

Xingmo, a little squirrel, was lying on a branch, listening carefully to the conversation between the two.

At the same time, she conveyed her current location to Aurora through the "Tree of Life Mark".

"Let's get this straight," Jamila said, her face filled with anger as she took a few steps closer to the Puppet Master. "I allowed you to poison me because it was in the best interests of both of us. But if you try to get your hands on me, a blizzard will destroy the entire Black Forest in an instant!"

"Both? Whose interests do you represent?" The Puppet Master smiled calmly. "The interests of the Golden Empire... or your own?"

Jamila sneered:

“A wise man will never cling to the state apparatus, but will have the courage to find his own place in the tide of the times.”

It sounds so nice, but you are just a fence-sitter...

Xing Mo subconsciously puffed up her cheeks, and the little squirrel she was controlling also puffed up its cheeks, making them round and plump.

Now it seems that this county governor is using the power given by the empire to profit for himself...

People like this usually end up ruined...

"I admire your courage," the Puppeteer bowed gracefully, "but the truth is, we didn't poison you. All the shadow forces should have avoided your residential area. As long as you don't drink water outside of that..."

"Don't play dumb. One of my closest subordinates is suffering from a severe nightmare and is seriously ill," Jamila said coldly. "That nightmare dragged me into the dream and made me see the end of Winter County!"

"Nightmare syndrome that pulls people into dreams? No, that's impossible..." The voice of the "Puppeteer" was a little hesitant.

At this moment, Xingmo felt someone touching the hair on his back.

She turned around and found that Aurora had also been lying on the branch, looking at the little squirrel in front of her with curiosity.

"Little Saint, you are so small." Aurora muttered.

"......" Xingmo couldn't speak, so he waved his little squirrel's front legs, signaling Aurora to take a photo quickly.

"Oh, okay." Aurora smiled and pinched the little squirrel's head, making Xingmo's head buzz.

Then, Aurora quickly raised her camera and captured the scene of Jamila and the "Puppeteer" having a friendly conversation in the woods.

The Winter County Sheriff communicates with mysterious cultists in the mountains. With this photo, can't we just make up whatever we want?

"......"

At this point, the conversation between Jamila and the "Puppeteer" seemed to have reached a stalemate, and it was clear that they were unable to reach a consensus.

"Perhaps your trusted followers are being disturbed by other forces," the Puppet Master murmured. "Until you provide us with the Tears of God, cooperation is our foundation."

"Really? I see you can't wait any longer and want to seize it by force." Jamila said coldly.

"If it's robbery, our methods will be even more ruthless." The Puppeteer smiled and nodded.

"you..."

Jamila seemed to be irritated by the attitude of the "puppet master". She waved her hand and three guards in black floral dresses came over. Golden sand surrounded their bodies, forming bronze armor on their surfaces.

"I advise you not to fight with me." The puppeteer smiled.

"Can I take this as a declaration of war?" Jamila had already drawn her wand.

Xingmo was in no mood to watch them quarreling. Anyway, the information was already in hand, so it was almost time to retreat.

She patted Aurora's leg, then disconnected, stood up from her chair, and stretched.

Well, whether the sheriff and the cultists fight or not, it’s none of her business from now on.

Now that we have evidence of the sheriff's collusion with the cultists, the next step is to use this evidence to get the holy object that can cross the blizzard from the sheriff.

After that, it's time to consider that demigod-level dragon...

If you want to compete with a demigod, the best way is to become a demigod yourself.

But in the short term, it is unlikely.

So, where should we start?

......

4) Black Forest Nursery Rhymes (Part 9) - 4k2- (2-in-1)

In Alena's bedroom, Xing Mo finished examining her body for the Nth time and clapped his hands:

"My dear lady, your body is really fine..."

In front of him, the merchant's daughter Alena was staring at Xingmo's face in a daze, as if she had lost her mind.

"Miss Alena?" Xing Mo waved her hand.

"Ah! I, I'm fine." Aliena came back to her senses.

"Why are you telling me you're not feeling well when you're fine?" Xing Mo raised her eyebrows slightly. "That's not how you invite a doctor~"

"No...I...I'm really not feeling well..."

Aliena rubbed her belly and gave a smart and shy smile:

"Just...an upset stomach."

"Mr. Doreson should have hired a resident doctor, right?" Xingmo said, "Don't come to me if you have a stomachache."

"I...I just want to see you..." Alena whispered.

Xing Mo looked at the young lady in front of him and sighed slightly for a moment.

Come on, it's tiring to run in a blizzard.

Xing Mo had just obtained evidence that County Magistrate Jamila was colluding with the "Red Moon Cult" and was planning to take a nap when he was pulled over by the housekeeper sent by Miss Alena.

This little girl really depends on me... Maybe it's because of the influence of nightmares?

"Come to think of it, Miss, don't you have anything to do on weekdays?" Xing Mo looked at Alena, who was still wearing her nightgown in the afternoon, "It's already this late."

"What's wrong with this...this time? You should sleep a little longer!" Aliena's cheeks turned red.

Want to sleep for a while? It's already 3pm...

Xing Mo took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and said with a smile:

"Then I'll take my leave now. Please continue with your work."

"Actually... there's nothing to do..." Aliena whispered, "Dad doesn't let me do anything..."

"You are not allowed to do anything?" Xing Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He said that more than half of Winter County's wealth would flow through him, and his team would keep everything in perfect order..."

Aliena said, puffing out her cheeks slightly, her eyes filled with desolation:

"As for me... I'm the apple of his eye. All I have to do is behave politely in front of guests and hang out with those noble ladies while I'm doing business. I don't need to learn anything else..."

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Doreson's main business is maritime trade, right?" Xingmo recalled the photos in the corridor of the mansion.

"Yes, after I turn twenty, I'll probably marry someone from New Galo. After all, the people of the Empire are the richest..."

Aliena said this, pursing her lips slightly, with a look of resentment on her face:

"The nursery rhyme says that Winter County is the best place to raise a lady. Here there are poetic blizzards, elegant fireplaces, caring maids... everything is as beautiful as a fairy tale..."

"I felt the same way at first, until I realized I had nightmares... I was being chased and bitten by monsters in my dreams, and no matter how much I cried, no one came to save me..."

"After being cured by you, I realized how lucky I was... so lucky that I only had to face those nightmares in my dreams... when so many people's lives are already a nightmare..."

Alena suddenly confided a lot, then smiled apologetically at Xingmo:

"I'm sorry, I seem to..."

Before she could finish, Aliena felt a hand on her shoulder.

She shuddered slightly and raised her head, a pair of emerald eyes staring at her.

"Birds are born to fly, so don't be afraid of hurting your wings." Xing Mo said.

Just like flowers and plants should never be potted, wild growth is their fate.